EVEN DEATH HAS A HEART

It's all the time, the life is praised but no one praise for death, which is true and real emancipation of life and something which is the real truth. In the words of Alfred Tennyson, ― "No life that breathes with human breath has ever truly longed for death." Thus, in this post I intend to write a short poem on Death, entitled "EVEN DEATH HAS A HEART", which follows:-               
                                                                                           

 When the taste of life loses its flavour,

When to live a life, feels like a hard labour,

When Sun of life get eclipsed with dark frost,

When the happiness in life seems to get lost,

When sprinkles of life gets covered with wrinkles on brow,

When legs of life are in pain without power in hands elbow,

When the words in life seems to be like a broken vow,

When shining life turns into shadow, with no hope in tomorrow,  

                                                                                               

What a life to live when it becomes a colourless rainbow,

What a life to live when filled with grief & sorrow,

We are the actor and actress of Shakespeare great hall,

Where the time comes when the life’s curtain shall fall,

Where one goes to the hands of death like mother’s arm, 

Where one’s sleep in a bliss without any harm,

Before the spring of life gets frozen, before fades the memory,

Let the truth be spoken, that Death has its own unwritten peaceful story,

Fear is only of death, in death lies eternal peace,

Death is the last breadth, where life’s sorrow will cease,

                                                                                                 

Let cometh the death, it will give relief, as when one’ sees Picasso’s great art,

Let cometh the death, the hard crystals of life will be shattered apart,

Let cometh the death, it will unite the ones that life failed to do in its part,

Let cometh the death, one will see, even death has a heart.”

Thank You

By Sanu Ranjan